Philip? Well! What a lot of strength!

After blocking Philip's punch, Li Mochen actually felt a slight pain in the back of his hand.

This is simply unbelievable. After all, with Philip's strength, it is impossible to hurt him.

Has his body changed? So fast?

According to Li Mochen's knowledge, Philip's medicine is only a matter of these two hours.

At this time, his body has undergone obvious changes, which is hell.

"Is it... Li Mochen? Sorry, I can't control myself a little..."

After hearing Li Mochen's voice, Philip turned his head and looked at his friend.

Immediately, his body did not tremble so violently, but this person, who is this person really?

Is this man really Philip?

Seeing the man turn around, Li Mochen was stunned.

The previous Philip had a thin body and thin cheeks, but it was also within the range of a normal person.

In this training camp of the fools full of muscle sticks, he is undoubtedly a breath of fresh air.

But now Philip seems to have grown stronger.

The originally thin arm seemed to have been poured into steel and quickly swelled.

The originally emaciated cheeks also turned into a ferocious look.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still vaguely see the outline, Li Mochen would hardly dare to recognize this friend.

"You... do you know what you're doing?"

Looking at Philip's unrecognizable body, Li Mochen took a deep breath and asked in an angry tone.

"Of course... I'm getting stronger."

"Get stronger? You are courting death! Do you know that you are courting death!"

Hearing this, Li Mochen couldn't help but reach out and grab Philip's collar and lift him up.

"Is the medicine given by the doctor safe to drink? You don't know who that guy is?"

"Pay attention to your tone, the Doctor is the third seat of the great Fool's Executive Officer."

"Damn the third seat! Shit executive! You might die if you drink his medicine! Did you know you!"

The moment he said these words, Li Mochen had already anticipated Philip's rage.

He admires the executive so much, and he must be angry when he hears his friends scold the doctor like this.

However, it didn't.

"I know."

Philip just said this lightly.

What?

Hearing this, Li Mochen gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do you say it again?"

"I know that if I drink the "Superman Potion", I may die, and then what?"

"Nonsense! Don't drink if you know you're going to die, you just want power?"

"...You're right, that's how I want power."

Having said this, Philip turned around silently.

Then he raised his arm like lightning and punched a big rock by the lake.

Boom! Along with a burst of sound, the stone shattered, and dust was thrown up.

To smash rocks with bare hands, this is simply commonplace for Li Mochen.

But for a weakling like Philip, it was a dream that could never be fulfilled in a lifetime.

"Philip, you..."

"I'm weak, no one looks down on me, everyone is laughing at me behind my back, I actually know that."

Beside the silent lake, Philip turned his back to Li Mochen and spoke his heart.

From birth, Philip was much weaker than his peers.

His father was a blacksmith in the Kingdom of Winter. He was strong and strong, with big arms and round waists.

The three older brothers in the family all inherited their father's burly and were much stronger than their peers since childhood.

Among them, only Philip is the exception.

"I grew up laughing at myself, and I finally learned to laugh before others laugh."

Rather than being treated as a clown, it is better to take the initiative to be a clown and put a mask of joy on your face.

But when you become a clown, won't you be sad because of being laughed at?

How is it possible, just because I wear a mask, others can't see it when I cry.

After listening to Philip's heartfelt words, Li Mochen didn't know how to reply for a while.

If you really want to become stronger, work hard to train yourself, don't rely on these crooked ways.

Li Mochen really couldn't say this kind of admonition that seemed to be righteous and awe-inspiring with positive energy.

After all, with Philip's physical fitness and his age, it is impossible for him to exercise any effect.

Therefore, this "Superman Potion" is really his only hope of becoming stronger. .

Chapter 40

On the road to the strong, "innate constitution" and "acquired chance" are both unavoidable factors.

Either they are born different from ordinary people and have an excellent physique.

Either you will meet a famous teacher the day after tomorrow, and you can cultivate it as soon as possible.

However, Philip had an extremely poor physique since childhood, and he never met a famous teacher to train him, nor was he granted him with the "eye of God".

Therefore, from a realistic point of view, the probability that he can become a strong man by self-training is infinitely close to zero.

Philip himself knew this.

So he never knew when it started, he chose to give up, he chose to fish, and he chose to escape.

"But a waste like me has the last chance in life, that bottle of superhuman medicine."

After saying what was in his heart, Philip's stiff face twitched, as if he was laughing.

If you drink that bottle of medicine, you will most likely die, and if you don't die, you may be disabled.

Does Philip not understand this? Of course he understood, but so what?

Even if it's only half, only one tenth, only one percent...

No matter how low the probability is, as long as it is possible to make himself stronger, Philip will never let it go.

He hopes to become stronger than anyone else, even if he is willing to risk his own life.

So he drank it and drank the "Superman Potion" without hesitation.

The next step is to resign to fate and hand over life and death to the lunatic hand of the Doctor.

"I understand your persistence, but I still can't accept it."

After silently listening to Philip reveal all his thoughts, Li Mochen still shook his head.

Philip's pursuit of a strong obsession is indeed respectable, but it is still a road of no return.

The drug that can make such a huge change in the human body in a few hours.

Even if Philip could really turn into a big muscular man, he would definitely not survive for a few days.

Is it worth it to lose decades of future time in order to feel the strength of a few days?

In Philip's view, it was obviously worthwhile, but Li Mochen understood, but couldn't accept it.

Of course, Philip was one of the few friends of the same age that Li Mochen had since he came to this world.

How could he accept watching his friend die in front of him?

"Brother, it's okay if you don't accept it, but I've already taken the medicine and there's no way out."

Seeming to understand Li Mochen's thoughts, Philip shook his head with a wry smile.

"No, there is still help. I know that someone may be able to save you. Come with me now."

According to normal thinking, Philip is indeed helpless. After all, the doctor's medicine is not a joke.

But Li Mochen was very lucky because he had an immortal roommate.

A terminal illness that cannot be saved by human beings, can "True Monarch Liu Yun borrow the wind" save it?

As long as the immortals are willing to take action, Li Mochen believes that there is hope.

Although that crane is running around all day to engage in various institutions, she is an immortal anyway.

The immortal should at least have some elixir or something in his hand, maybe it would be good to give Philip two?

Of course, all of this is Li Mochen thinking from the best angle, and it is also possible that Shenhe couldn't save him.

But no matter what, it's better than staying in this training camp and waiting to die.

"No, no, I just took my medicine, how can I go, that's not too...poof!"

After hearing Li Mochen's suggestion, Philip instinctively planned to refuse.

But before he could say his refusal, a heavy punch had already landed on that thick chest!

When this punch goes down, it's a sour feeling.

Even though Philip's physical fitness is much stronger now, who is Li Mochen?

To be able to resist the collapse of Bajiquan with just one body of tendon and flesh would be too contemptible.

Putong, a punch fell, Philip immediately lost consciousness, and Putong fell forward.

"Sorry... my friend, I can't watch you die."

After carrying Philip on his shoulders, Li Mochen said in a firm tone.

I won't watch my friend die, even if he doesn't want to.

Even if Philip had already reached the gate of hell, Li Mochen would have to pull him back from it.

Even so, it will cause some little devils and big devils to be dissatisfied.

"Come out and hide behind the tree, is it embarrassing?"

After picking up Philip, Li Mochen said without hesitation to a forest not far away.

"......superior."

With a slight swaying sound of leaves, several figures quickly flashed out from all directions.

Since the "Superman Potion" was given to Philip, it was impossible for Captain Hairy Bear to not impose some restrictions.

So he kept secretly following some soldiers around Philip to prevent him from escaping or something.

Li Mochen actually found out about this group of guys who had been hiding in the dark all the time.

Looking closely, most of the soldiers who appeared were soldiers in the standard uniforms of the Fools.

Only one of them wore a special red uniform with a bowler hat and a musket in his hand. .

Chapter 41

This tall and slender man with murderous aura is obviously not an ordinary soldier of fools.

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